The realization that I really will have to wear a wig made me start crying uncontrollably at the wig store. The people probably thought I was crazy. The sales woman tried to console me but the tears would not stop coming. I absolutely do not want to wear a wig. It's not me and I don't care how natural it might look. It's not my hair. I think I will just cancel my trip to LA and stay in the house. I don't feel comfortable being out in my hometown, so I know I definitely won't feel comfortable…

I will never be okay losing my hair again. I refuse to accept it. Some days are better than others, but this is not me. I feel like a weird version of my real self. I am just so angry. Life is funny. You wake up one day and your hair is gone, but it takes months or years to grow back. Funny, funny, funny. I just booked a trip to LA and I dread going because I don't think I'll have a good time as I would if I didnt have to deal with this. I'm just so overwelmingly sad right now.